Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Magma,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.